Luyện nghe bài hát Victim

I feel the motion of the car I open my eyes.
The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black.
of gas, oil, animals.
I'm in the trunk.

My wrists and tied.
Tape my mouth
it almost covers my
but I can barely.
I must have been for hours,
everything's stiff and my throbs
someone's drumming on china.

The car stops.
He turns off the -- but there are no traffic sounds.
No people sounds. No wind. What has no wind?
I turn my head the sounds
like people watch radios when terrible happens.

My palms are sweating. am I?
The trunk squeaks as he it up and the sun blinds me.
He almost like a faceless Jesus surrounded by light.
He pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my against the door.
I try to cry out, but it like a hum.

He drags me, half-standing, along a road into a house.
I see any other houses and it looks like a farm.
The screen door bangs behind me and I feel a deep, pressure inside.
All the rules have here.

I'm dragged down a like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors.
Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes in rooms.
He pulls me the bathroom
and I crack my head as he pushes me onto the floor.
Tilts his to the side and gazes at me
as if I was a pet walks out.

I'm there for a long time, trying to get the tape off of me.
My eyes are tearing. I make a sound.
I can't get up and I rolling from side to side, trying not to make noise.

I've got to get him to to me.
If I can get this thing off my face I can to him.
I'll him my name.
Have you killed other in here?
I'm thinking got hundreds of them nailed down,
hung on walls, hanging from ceiling
dead in summer wind.

Why did you me?
If I had to finish at the library
I would have been there twenty longer
maybe I'd been OK.
Would have rushed the house, books piled up in my arms like a baby,
and explanations why I was sorry.
So I'm late everyone.

Would you waited for me anyway?
you have picked another woman?
Would I have read her in the paper and said
oh my god, I was that night...
and all my friends in a panic.
them then how much I loved them
as if I'd have the chance again.

I what everyone is doing now. Putting up signs.
my picture on the evening news. Calling old friends.
Maybe I'm not even missing yet.

The family will fall apart and my parents go crazy. Slowly.
My brother will be so quiet at the and insist the casket be closed.
(I never even anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I died.)

Maybe years from now they'll find my
on the floor here and they'll have to use dental to identify me.
My family will say "At we know now.
We always hoped she was somewhere.
We hope she's in peace."

When I my dreams are crazy -- I'm flying over fields.
I don't I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up,
it like I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still here.

As I wake up I a dog barking in the distance
and I think I'm in my parents' in South Carolina.
I open my eyes, there's a shotgun pressed between them.
I'll get married.
I'll have kids.
never go to Europe.
I'll never to play piano.
I'll never a book.

The thing I hear is a click